4.
“The elements were changed in themselves by a kind of harmony.”
'Tis Thou dispensest the life-giving shower
Through the vine's verdant veins, its hue and shape
Instilling, till there hangs the purple grape,
And we discern the hidden Bridegroom's power
In water changed to wine: or thence that flower
Nurturing to be Thy Passion's portraiture,
In semblance of Thy sorrows to endure;
With hanging thorny crowns, and leaves spread o'er
Like human-fingered palms, which bring to view
Thy pains for us on the accursed Tree.
Thus with Thy Blood as with celestial dew,
The kingdom of the soul Thou dost renew
With fruits and flowers divine, where angels see
Nought but developments which speak of Thee.
